"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Creative Insomnia #WWUC @NWCreativeUnion

The moon melts.
The stars wink.
The clock ticks.

Ink stained fingers
travel from pen to keyboard.

Scribbles are transcribed
in a cursor’s chase
on white light.

A poet’s night is
as long as her muse’s
dance among the alphabet.

Creative insomnia

© Susie Clevenger 2012

Natasha Head at New Word Creative Union prompted us to write on our nights in the creative manner of our choice. I chose to write mine since that is what I do most every night :)  Night Calls #WWUC @NWCreativeUnion


marousia said...

Stunning - I can see the scene - this is so simple - pure poetry

Natasha Head said...

Susie! Love it...and James Brown...really! You be bringing us soul food today!Awesome!

Susie Swanson said...

Beautiful and heartfelt.. Like you I get my inspiration in the night..

Susan said...

This is exactly right: "as long as her muse’s dance among the alphabet."

Fine poetry.

Fred Rutherford said...

very cool Susie. So perfectly penned, really capturing that essence here. The J. B. accompaniment was a nice treat as well. Thanks

Timoteo said...

Lovely and lilting--it is dancing through my head along with visions of sugar plums--
i am also creative at night--it is called "dreaming"

musingbymoonlight.com said...

Simple, yet on target. You've captured the experience well. Nicely done.

Appreciate the addition of James Brown! Wonderful.

Monty Wheeler said...

a poet's night is as long as her muse's dance :) love it, susie. how sensual you make the dance sound :)


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